From the mail bag: Kevin writes, I love dogs and live with a partner who doesn’t. She merely tolerates them because she loves me. I’m wondering how you and Andrew work out ways to keep everybody happy.
Dear Kevin: I was born with an affinity for dogs, and was permitted to have dogs from an early age. Andrew was never allowed to have pets growing up. So he’s never had the experience of being changed by a dog’s love. I already had a dog when I married Andrew. Kiera-1 and I came as a package deal, and she softened him up quite a bit.
For as much as he loves Kiera (especially–she’s his running buddy) and now Graidy, I’m sure if I died tomorrow, he would never get another dog. He just doesn’t have that need. Just like if he died tomorrow, I’d never pick up another golf club. But, thankfully, we’re both still here. And loving each other means understanding and accepting each other’s passions. The things we do for love…:)
In our house, there’s been a fair amount of negotiating. The dogs are allowed on one couch with me, but on none of the other furniture. If I lived alone, they’d be allowed on all of it. They are allowed in the kitchen while we eat as long as they don’t make a peep. Andrew is allowed to play golf three times a week. If he lived alone, he’d try to play everyday.
How about the rest of you? I’d love to hear how those of you who live with “others” instead of “dog lovers” work out ways to keep everyone happy.